Harjen was quite startled, to say the least. The quiet of the area had become quite comforting to him, for lack of a better word. In the absence of any external influence on his own thought, he had managed to develop quite a placid state of mind. Little did he know, this new calm was tied, for its full length, to the air he was breathing within the cavern.
Ooze is one of the few words that not only begins with two vowels, but also can be used as a noun or a verb. Whether or not a piece of matter, or antimatter for that matter, can ooze is tied etymologically to its state. This, to me, seems a bit ridiculous. Why can’t a gas ooze between cracks just as a liquid, or fluid, can?
The tiny particles of antimatter, microscopic as they were, had become ensconced themselves within the oxygen particles that had decided to marry in the air of the secret cavern. Ooze as they did into Harjen’s nose and mouth, they were neither created or destroyed. After being inhaled and then absorbed into Harjen’s bodily ecosystem, they made their way back from whence they came.
To be continued…